No, I am not
Such a misnomer it is,
I felt…
Many think,
I take it as a compliment
No, I don't
I feel burdened
Always thought it,
Puts my hard work to naught,
Had to work bloody hard,
With my head, hand and heart
To reach where I am…
Some say
I am 'naturally' good
But for me,
Nothing came easy or 'naturally'
Let it be the words, manners or the world
Cheerfulness is never cheap,
If you turn the pages of my book,
You will know that,
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
Or a golden fork for that matter…
It was all cultivated,
Over the years,
Through sheer hard work! ! !
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